A letter from home

All the red drops that we shed, All my brothers, I see on the death bedEveryday we fight, things that scare lifeWe stand here rock like, for you to survive. The red view around No more breaks our boldTears may reach our eyes but mind you, Within the eyes they holdNever we let them roll downBut what when we get ” a paper from town” Far away from home we receive Something that our eyes refuse to believe And in the chilling cold, When things are supposed to freezeYou’ll see a cold heart’s melting release!My mother writes to me she’s fineShe lying, I understand Knowing her son is fighting their With the enemies of their land! And she attaches a picture of my baby girlOH she has grown up big. Last time she held my hand tight with her fingersLike a bird swirls tye twigMY beloved tells me to take care there, She’s happy and I shouldn’t careTrying to fool me , she forgets to correct The words that her tears had spreadMY father pens down his thoughts“I enjoy my morning walks, But with you it’s great fun”Anyway, I’m proud of you my son! And my son says ” dad you enjoy?They say you can have fun. You get canteen and medical freeAnd also the railway concession!” How bad I wish to tellThe truth of my life, my childNot everything is as well as it looksIt’s all differently styled. We stand here with heads highOnly ’cause we knowThe flame that ignites in front of our picturesWill make your house glow!! And with all these wordsYes! MY EYES CRYTears refuse to hold withinNO matter how hard we tryThen the siron rings to remind The promise I did to my mother When I decide to leave her behind And walked to serve the other. I kissed my fingers and rolled over the pictureHoping for their betterCap is on and so is the dutyTill I wait for another letter!!

Heart-touching…at the same time, the reality is heartbreaking! The emotional family connection is beautifully expressed! LOVELY!! I must say, u have such a nice sensible level of understanding of feelings!